Poem a Thon 2017

Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller 2017 for Poem a Thon – update daily

Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller 2017

For Tiferet Journal Poem a Thon and for about.poetry.com

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I have posted five poems so far, and will be writing daily but posting once a week due to limited internet access while I am traveling.   I will also be posting these poems in About.poetry.com

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Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller 2017

JOHN (“JAKE”) COSMOS ALLER is a novelist, poet, and former Foreign Service officer having served 27 years with the U.S. State Department in ten countries – Antigua, Barbados, Dominica, Grenada, Korea, India, St Kitts, St Lucia, St Vincent, Spain, and Thailand. and traveled to 45 countries during his career.  Jake has been an aspiring novelist for several years and has completed two novels, (Giant Nazi Spiders, and the Great Divorce) and is pursuing publication.  He has been writing poetry all his life and has published his poetry in electronic poetry forums, including All Poetry, Moon Café, and Duane’s Poetree. (under the name Jake Lee).  He is looking forward to transitioning to his third career – full-time novelist and poet after completing his second career as a Foreign Service officer, and his first career as an educator overseas for six years upon completion of his Peace Corps service in South Korea.

April 1 Berkeley California

Growing up in the 60’s
In Berkeley almost 50 years ago

I think back
At those turbulent times
Those crazy wonderful times

Berkeley is a wonderful place
In many ways

Stuck forever in 1967
A true time travel experience

Every time I go back
And relive the memories
Of the 60’s

The 60’s never died
They continue

In college towns
Across the world

And Berkeley
Remains the mecca
Of the counter cultural revolution

Many things have changed
But the organic food revolution
Became mainstream

Marijuana spread out
The sexual revolution
Became mainstream

So much of the world
Is but a reflection
Of the revolution of the 60’s

And the conservative counter-revolution
That we are still fighting

So I salute
My homeland

The center of my universe



April 2 Lithia Springs

Staying at Lithia Springs
Soaking in the healing waters
Soaking my pains away

Renewing my life
Renewing my love
As we both soak away
As the pain of life go away

And our love grows
With each soaking session

Life is good
At the hot springs water
Sooths us and smooth us

And we fall in love
Again and again



April 2 Walls

Trump wants a wall
Between America and Mexico

A wall against the southern hordes
A wall based on fear and hate

A wall to make America safe
A wall to make America great again

And yet I wonder
Will his wall fall

Like the Berlin wall
And the great wall

And all the other walls
They all failed
All of them

Walls divide us
Walls make us
Into different tribes

Between the pure
And the impure

St Reagan
Said Tear Down this Wall

Will future Presidents
Tear down this begotten wall

Or will it become a tourist attraction
Another great wall
Against barbarian hordes

April 4 Changes

I reflect upon my life
As the sun comes up

What could I have changed
What would I have changed

If I could go back in time
What would I tell my earlier self

What would I do differently
And what have I learned

The one thing
that I would not have changed
is meeting the women of my dreams

the chance meeting on a bus
that changed everything
in a moment

I met my fate
That day on the bus

And that is the end of the story



April 5 Facing Life’s Challenges Together

Woke up at 0 dark hundred
Vowing to boldly go forth

And face the challenges of the future
Without fear

Knowing that I have you there
Makes all the difference in the world
As we meet our fate
Until the day we die


April 6 Wagontire, Oregon (Poem for Poem A Thon)




In 1973, I went on a road trip

With my father


We left Berkeley to go to Yakima

Where my father had a summer cabin


He was a college professor

And had July and August off


And we spent the summers

Every summer from 1968 to 1978


Our whole dysfunctional family

Our annual road trip to hell and back

As we did not get along at all


We decided to drive through Eastern Oregon

Just my father and me

Just for the hell of it


The rest of the family was already there


My father and I shared a travel lust

One of the few things we shared


This was one of our best trips

We actually got along

Which was unusual


Normally our relationship

Was fraught

As we were so different


We left Klamath Falls

A real nothing burg in those days


And headed east along highway 395

As we entered the desert of eastern Oregon

We entered a different world


High mountain dessert

Almost no one on the road


Then we saw the sign

Windower Oregon

100 miles ahead


99 miles ahead

98 miles ahead


We counted down the signs

Miles after miles

As we drove into the gathering dusk


We speculated that Wagontire

Must be a giant truck stop

In the middle of no where


We pulled into the town

Nothing there but a gas station

Motel and café


We decided to stop

Last gas for 100 miles

According to the highway signs

In the morning

We chatted with the owner


He was the sheriff, the fire chief

The owner of the motel, gas station

The only business in town


And the only place open

For one hundred miles


I noticed a highway sign outside

Welcome to Wagontire, Oregon

Population 2 ½ humans 10 dogs, 50.000 sheep


I asked the Sherriff

Say who is the ½ human?


My idiot son!


And we left.

200 miles later

We finally left Eastern Oregon




In 2016 my wife and I drove through Eastern Oregon

As part of our epic cross country trip

10,000 miles

31 states in three months


On the way from Medford to Yellowstone

We drove along highway 395


The signs for Wagontire was gone

And we drove through the town


The motel was abandoned

Nothing there at all


And that sign was gone too


I said I suppose the idiot son

Never took over the business


And we speculated about Wagontire

And all other nothing burgs

We drove through that summer


Heart of Trump’s America

True fly over country




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April 7  Dream 641   Watching Cats Hunt


Early morning

Watching two white cats

Hunting a white dove


The cats hunt in pairs

Tracking the bird


The bird flies away

Safe for now


And I think about the cats

And the hunt goes on


Such is life

And the fate of cats

And birds



April 8  Dream 642  Landlord Blues

I am a landlord

Owner of property


Here there and elsewhere

Have been for years


I have tenants

and tenant issues galore


I receive rent from the tenants

it seems money grows on the proverbial tree


but at times

from time to time


I hate being a landlord

I suppose in my heart


I am a socialist with a blending heart

But my wife is comfortable as a landlord


She calls me a hypocrite

And a wild romantic goat

Born under the sign of the goat


And I call her a capitalist pig

Born under the sign of the golden pig






Pane e circus 2017 Redux (poem a thon)

By order of his excellency

Emperor Donald the First


The merciful,

the Christian King of Kings

The Sultan of Sultans

The Emperor of North America


Be it hereby decreed

That the ancient honorable gladiator games

Of the old Roman Empire

Have been restored


Each city in the Empire will host a team

They will compete for the honor

Of the national championship


The games will start

With fighting animals


Fighting fish






And lions


Then a man lion contest

With a heretic thrown to the lions


If he or she lives

They will be pardoned


Then then main games

Six men/women teams compete


Armed with swords, knifes, mace, clubs

They fight until one man or women remans

The victor of the game


Those who are prisoners

Can compete for their freedom

And a full imperial pardon


Let the games begin

Long may the games reign

In the new North America Empire


Praise be to the Emperor

Donald the First



Dream 663  Long Live Emperor Donald the Ist (poem a thon)


Ladies and Gentlemen

My fellow American citizens

Greetings and salutations


Today is a momentous day

The old corrupt USA republic is no more

The constitution that once protected us

Has been overthrown and violated


The barbarians at the gate

Have taken over

And ruined the once great land

The last hope of the world


And so I had no choice

But to kill the old rotten regime

And restore American greatness


To save democracy

I must destroy it


And so starting today

I will serve as the Emperor of North America

I welcome Canada and Mexico

And the Caribbean islands

To join The North American Empire


As we rebuild America

Restoring American greatness

And making us all proud again


Proud subjects of the New American Empire

May the Empire reign for ever and a day

Triumphant against all enemies


And so I take this burden

Sadly but gladly

I will serve you

As your Empire


And my son Donald

Will serve as our second emperor

Once I pass from this world

His son will serve as the third emperor

And so on until the end of time


And we will reign in our new capitol city

Colorado Springs

Until the end of time


Washington will remain in our hearts

As the capitol of the old Republic


But the heirs of the Roman Empire

Need a new Imperial Capitol


And soon we will conquer Mars

And expand our Empire to the Starts


Long Live the Empire

Long Live America


Good night

And may God Bless

This great Empire



3 Am Nightmares  April 11


3 am


The bewitching hour

When the wild things come out

And play


And torture you

With endless wild accusations

And nightmarish visions


As I toss and turn

Trying to escape


I look over at my wife

And as always

Repeat the matra

Everything will be alright


And the wild things are banished

To the dark corners of my mind


And I recover my happiness

And I smile

As I look at the sleeping beauty


Still the most beautiful women in the world

Still the most alluring women in the world


Still in love with her

After 35 years


The love gets stronger and stronger

As she overcomes my despair


And the sun comes up

And I think to myself


What a wonderful life I have

With the women of my dreams



Zombie Apocalypse

Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me


Everywhere zombies galore

The end of the world had become

And the zombification of the world had begun


Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me


No one knew when or where the first zombies appeared

One moment zombies were just a collective figment of our deranged imagination

The next moment we were all living in a zombie apocalypse nightmare


Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me


Some said the zombies were created in a lab

Released by mad scientists and the military

Others said it was plague sent by God himself

To punish mankind for tolerating evil and moral depravity


Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me


The Christians and Muslims prayed

But their prayers went unheard

As they too soon became zombies


Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me


The zombies hunted in packs

Overwhelming their victims

Killing most instantly

But some they simply bit

And turned them into fellow zombies


Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me


The zombies did not attack one another

They preferred living live flesh

Human flesh but they ate every thing they saw


Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me


And so I ran into the countryside

With my fellow humans

Hit out deep in the woods

Hiding from zombies

And crazed cannibal gangs alike


Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me


The world ended that day

And our nightmare world began


Zombies to the right of me

Zombies to the left of me

Zombies ahead of me

Zombies behind me



Spring Doositsu for Angela Poem a Thon


Waking up seeing you there

Watching you as you wake up

Fills me with such sweat desire

Overcoming my mind


I sit watching you all day

Thinking of you all day long

Wild erotic imaginings

Love making to come


That old blues song come to mind

I just want to make love to you

I just want to make love to you

Nothing more than that that


I end this morning with this thought

You are still the most wonderful

The most beautiful creature

In the whole universe






Love Jones


I got the Love Jones, baby

And it won’t leave me alone


I got the Love Jones, baby

And it won’t leave me alone


I’ve been writing these love poems

All day long


And I have been dreaming

Of all the ways I could make love

To my secret lover


If only she will let me be


If only she will open her heart

And let me in


Perhaps the love Jones

Might leave me along


But I got the love Jones

Bad baby


Can’t you tell?

That the love Jones

Has grabbed my Soul


Twisted it up into little pieces

And I need you

To unravel the Love Jones


I need you to answer the call

Of the Love Jones Baby


I need you

To let me be free


Of the spell

Of the Love Jones


I got the Love Jones



I got it bad

And only you can

Put a stop to the love Jones



Let me enter your life

Put out the fire of desire


Send the Love Jones packing

And let me make sweat love to you


Oh Love Jones

Go away


Let me be in peace


Love Jones

Leave me be



I got the love Jones

For you


Can’t you see?

What you do to me?


I got the Love Jones

Baby and it ain’t going away


Until I get to make love to you
Then perhaps this Love Jones

Will leave me be

Love Jones


Kim Vrs Trump Twitter War


President Kim,  it is time that we cut the shit and cut a deal #Real Trump


President Trump,  it is impossible for us to cut a deal unless you agree to me keeping nukes # Kim Jongun the Great


President Kim,  you know that if I want I can just make you disappear.  You can be wiped off the earth in a moment.  We know where you live  #realTrump


President Trump, we have a nuke with your name on it on a boat sailing up the Potomac and it will blow your ass up any day now so don’t fuck with us. #Kim Jongun the Great


Kim, you stupid Asian gook.  Let me break it down for yah You threaten the US you die and all the North Koreans go to hell. Is it worth it? #realTrump.


Trump, You are so stupid. You are the worst excuse for a human being ever $ Kim Jongun the Great

Kim, you are the stupid mother fucker. I mean what’s up with that idiot hair cut of yours?  $realTrump

Trump I would not talk about hair, you orange haired mutant mother fucker.  #Kim Jongun the Great

Kim, it is all real baby and so are my wife’s boobs… #real Trump

Trump,  let’s cut the crap and get down to business.  How much will you pay us to get rid of the nukes?  #kimJongun  the Great

Kim, lets meet mano a mano and get it out on the table.  No nukes no chems no bioweapons and no more political prisoners to start with #realTrump

Trump, we can discuss. As long as I can stay in power the rest is negotiable #KimJOng un the great

Finally the two of you are talking sense. About time #Xi the President of China





Why I am not a Christian Easter Thoughts


On Easter Sunday I often think about Christianity

I don’t understand why anymore would believe such nonsense


The essential story makes no sense

An imaginary all powerful deity that no one has ever seen or heard

Except for psychotic patients or Drug users

Comes down to earth and impregnates a married women


Who has never had sex for some reason

And her husband is okay with that

Believes her wild story


And still does not have sex

Until after the baby is born


Then there is total silence

Nothing about Jesus’s childhood


30 years later he emerges

Preaching love, peace and brotherhood

And denouncing the corrupt temple leaders

And the Jewish leaders as well


The miracles also don’t make any sense

In the real world you can’t turn fish into bread

Can’t walk on water

Can raise the dead etc etc


Just does not happen

In the world we live in

And has not happen since those ancient days


Then the last supper makes some sense

Jesus knows he is about to be betrayed


But he does not confront Judas

Does not run away

Does not encourage his disciplines

To run away with him


The whole Jesus Mary M story

Also does not make sense


Jesus must have been married

Or he was gay


There is no doubt

Either way the story makes no sense


The crucifixion is the only part of the story I buy

Jesus was put to death because he was a rebel leader


And the Romans tolerated no dissent

To the Roman’s right to conquer and rule


The rising from the dead stories

All contradict one another


And Jesus was either walking as a normal human being

Or was a ghost


The door was rent open as if by lightening

Or not


Finally, we have been waiting over 2,000 years for his return

You would think if the story is remotely true

He would have turned up by now
Except he has

As many lunatics claim to be Jesus

in the flesh


all delusional of course

and that is what I think of Christianity


nothing but fairy tales and mass delusions

surrounding a kernel of truth


Love one again

Treat each other right

Don’t be consumed with greed


But couldn’t that message

Be made simpler

With out all the associated nonsense?


So on this day I say

Open your minds


And discard the nonsensical elements of Christian thought

And follow the true teachings of Jesus

Even if you don’t believe in the imaginary man in the sky


Spring Time In Oregon April 18 Poem a Thon


Spring has finally sprung in Oregon

Escaping from the longer winter prison

That has covered the land with snow


They say that this winter

Was a colder than normal winter

Wetter than normal

As the long drought finally ended


As nature resumed its normal spring thaw

I rejoice


Seeing all the signs of spring

Especially the sight of young beautiful women

Shedding their winter clothes

And walking about in the spring sunshine


So wonderfully alive

So beautiful and sexy

As they sashay about

Here and there


It makes me smile

All day long


Yes I love Spring time

Everywhere in the world


But especially in Oregon

My new found second home



Cats April 19 Poem A Thon 



I often wonder about Cats

What do they think of us

It seems at time

That cats think of humans

As their slaves


We exist to feed them

To comfort them


To save them from their enemies

And to worship them


Yes cats are an alien species

Totally different from humanity

Detached, and almost evil


If we ever encounter an alien civilization

God help us if it’s a cat based civilization


We would then be engaged

In the epic mother of all wars


As cats and humans would not get along

The cats would think we were their slaves


And we would resent and fear them

And secretly worship their alien ways



Secret Agency Man Poem a Thon Poem

Secret agent man

Where are you going?


What do you know?

And when did you know it?


What dark secrets do you hide

In your inner soul?


Do you even have a soul any more?

Or has it been so compromised

That there is nothing left?


But lies, within lies with lies


Do you even know the truth?

Does the truth set you free ?


Or is the truth just another lie?

That you tell yourself


I’d like to know

My secret agent man


Perhaps some day you well tell me

Your deepest darkest secrets


And reveal what the government is hiding

But perhaps I can’t handle the truth


So keep you secrets to yourself

And let them die with you


As you go to your grave

Your secrets buried deep within

Your corrupted soul


Until the end of time

Reveals all




COSTCO People Watching

I love my COSTCO

I love going there to shop


But most importantly

I love people watching


Looking at people as they walk by

Wondering what their stories are


And covertly checking out the beautiful girls

As they walk on by


And when they smile at me

It makes my day


Yes I love my COSTCO

And COSTCO Loves Me back


Extracting my money

From my wallet


I go in for one simple thing

And walk out having spent 500 dollars


Yes COSTCO has my number

And loves me too

Long Live COSTCO



The Dogs of War are Howling



The Dogs of War

Have been set free

Of their cage


And are out

Howling at the moon


The Dogs of War

Have been set free


To wreck what havoc

Might be


Yes, the Dogs of War

The Hell Hounds

Have bound out of their cages


Sniffed about

And smiled


At the destruction they saw

They knew soon


They would be in their element

As the world descends into chaos


The Dogs of war

Are at foot


The chaos is upon us

The evil grows and grows


And dark noises are heard

Here and there


And the dogs of war



They knew soon

They would be in their element


The war machine

Came to life


The plans came out of the books

The military might is unleashed


And the Dogs of war

Smiled and howled at the moon


And the rest of the world


At the thought of what was yet to be



Satan on the other hand

Was happy as can be


With the evil shit

That was going down


He smiled

Patted his hell hounds

And told his dogs


The war to end all wars

Armageddon is upon us my friend


Soon, mankind will know

The face of absolute evil


And they will love it

When I take over


The armies prepare

The bombers prepare


And the dogs of war

Are happy

Unleashed to do their mischief


And soon millions may die

And the pits of hell

Will open up


And the judgement day

May be upon us all


Madness descends upon the land

The fog of hate envelops us all


And reason and civilization

Fall away


As the Dogs of War

And their minions

Take over the minds of man


And the end of the world

And the beginning of the end times

Come upon us all


The usual lies descend upon the world

Kim Jong un is evil personified


He must be destroyed over there

Before he can destroy us over here


The lies continue unabated

And Kim plays along

With each day unleashing another threat


With Trump and his minions

Responding in time


Saying the time for talk is over

The time for robust action is here


The machinery of war

Once unleashed

Can’t easily be stopped


There is a certain cruel logic

That demands that the war go on


And people die

And people suffer


And the US goes bankrupt

Morally and fiscally


And the evil that men do

Goes on and on and on


But the war machine must be fed

The munitions makers must be paid


As each million dollar missile is launched

Millions more are made


And the corporations

Think of the endless profits

To be made


Every time they kill

With the war machines


But who cares about the victims

They are nothing but collateral damage


Who cares about the soldiers

Nothing but cannon fodder


Who gives a damn

About the dead

They are dead and gone


Just think about the profits

Think about the profits


Satan is happy

The dogs of war are free at last




Suburban Laundromat – thanks to Don Teeter for the inspiration from a FB posting


Suburban Laundromat Scenes


Suburban laundromat

Anywhere USA


I often go to a suburban laundromat

Near my suburban apartment

I can sit in my car


Listen to jazz, classical or blues

On my car’s radio


And watch my machine

Doing its suburban laundry duty


Just spinning and spinning and cleaning

Doing its thing its laundry thing


The neighborhood is anywhere USA

Strip malls, apartment houses, townhouses

A fire station, a police station


Banks, cell phone shops

Restaurants from around the world


At the parking lot’s edge

As I approach I notice


Gentlemen of the off-grid class

Sitting among their Hogs

Stoned off the semi legal weed

Smiling at me

With an I don’t give a fuck attitude

That is somewhat contagious


They tell stories

Paranoid ramblings

Containing a kernel of truth


As they watch their clothes

Like a hawk


The clothes spin and spin and spin

As the laundry machine does its laundry thing


The machines don’t care about what we humans think

They just do their duty as the man says


Across the old run down boulevard

The light rail line uses a right of way

That dates to the mid 1850’s


An old Indian game trail perhaps

That the white man turned into the first road

In these parts


People come and go

Some in cars

Some on foot


People from all over the world

Speaking languages from everywhere

But all understand English to some extent

And many understand Spanish to some extent


I feel everyone is united

Chiefly by their transience


And think back on old Latin saying

Sic transit Gloria mundi

And wonder if these are the end days


And ask the laundry machine

What does it think


The laundry machine pauses

Seems to think

And looks at me


Almost saying

WTF do you think

A laundry machine knows?


And so, I gather my items

Nod to the regulars


Who interrupt their endless paranoid arguments

Acknowledging my existence


And I stumble back

To my suburban apartment

Truly paradise on earth

I Want You Right Now (Poem for Monthly Poetry Contest)


I still want you

More than anything else in life


I want you

I want you next to me


I want you every moment

Of every minute

Of every day


I need you in my life

I need your wisdom

I need your kindness

I need your beauty


I need your special wit

And I need your ability

To deal with this cruel world


I need you to save me

From the demons

That haunt my Soul


For you are my soul mate

The only person


Who ever completed me

And made life worth living





Dream 778  I Want You Right Now (risqué Version)


I want to make love to you

Right now

Right this moment


Take your clothes off

Ravish your body


Kiss you all over

From head to toe


Then settle down

And eat you


Until you scream

As you cum in my mouth


Filling me with your juices

And covering me with your jism


Then I want you to sit on my face

And commence the full 69 action


And as you suck me

Blowing me away


I will eat you again

Until we both explode


Cuming in each other’s face

And filling each other with our juices


Then I want you



This time I want to fuck you

First in front

Then with you on top

Until you cum again


Then I need to tittyfuck you

First sucking your boobs


Then fucking your boobs

Lesbian style


Rubbing my boobs

Against your boobs


Then climbing on top

And fucking your boobs

Until I explode all over your boobs


And then lick my cum off your boobs

And kiss your cum soaked boobs


Finally, the next day

I will still want you

Still need you


But this time

I will need your ass

Saving the best for last


As I eat your ass

Fingerfuck your ass


Then fuck you in the ass

Until we both cum


Exhausted by all the fucking

We have done in the last few days


That’s what I want to do

Every time I see you





The Decline of America


You see it everywhere

The unmistakable signs


That the decline of America

Is in full swing


And we have gone past the tipping point

There is nowhere left to go

But downward


As the Empire begins to collapse

Victim of imperial overreach

Like all empires before


The DC metro on a good day

Is a broken-down remnant

Of a once proud system


The future of mass transit

Its proponents said


The interstate highway system

Is falling apart day by day


The cost of rebuilding America mounts

And our politicians are afraid

That it will costs trillions of dollars


Just to prevent the US from collapsing

Into third world irrelevance


We have the world’s most expensive military

A million dollars per missile


And yet we can’t find the money

To provide decent health care for all


Bombs, and tax cuts for the wealthy

Are the only things

That the Republicans care about


And the world looks in amazement

At the clown boy President


As he struts about

Looking more and more

Like some Banana Republic

President for life


With his family grabbing as much loot

As they can

From the federal government


Before the coming revolution

Overthrows them


When did we start this decline?

Some say 1960s started it

Others say Nixon’s to blame


Others claim that it was Carter’s fault

Or Saint Reagan’s fault


Or the other boy President GW Bush

Or Obama the fake American’s fault


Does it really matter

All I know

Is the America I knew


The can do anything country

Is alas no more


And I morn for our lost liberties

Our lost sense of purpose


Our lost sense that America

Was the last great hope of Mankind


And still I wonder

Can America be made great again?

As our President Trump proclaims


The end times approaches

Nuclear war is talked about


Another missile crisis

And instead of JFK leading the country

We have Donald John Trump


The one and only

The greatest con man

To ever get elected


And I fear the end is in sight

As America begins its decline


Will we be one country

Or will we erupt into a civil war


The right claims that the left has started it

And the left claims that the right has started it


And both sides claim that the civil war

Is inevitable

A fight for the future of our country


And so, it goes

The decline of empires


And I pray

That I may survive

The end of times